ME AND
BOBBI© by George
Wilkerson
Chit Chat
Ed. Note: Bobbi, George,
is sharing an internal conversation with us, and in effect, outting herself to the
world. We think you'll find her (and his) point of view interesting. Earlier
articles in the series can be found at
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"Hi Bobbi!"
"Hi Susan!"
"Hi Mary!"
"Hi Bobbi and Susan!"
"Hi Susan and Mary and Bobbi!"
"Hi Donna and Jennifer and Mary and Bobbi!"
"Hi Jennifer and Susan and Donna and Bobbi!"
"Hey!" I shout. "Isn't this getting just a little bit ridiculous?" But Bobbi is too
busy typing hellos to Susan and Jennifer and Mary and god-knows who else to pay
attention to me. "I'm sitting right here, you know. And I'm real."
Bobbi | "If you don't mind,"
she says curtly. "These are my friends." I shake my head and sigh. "They're
playmates, hon', not friends. Friends are real." She stops typing and looks at my
reflection in the monitor. "You're living in the past," she says."Cyberspace may even
be more real than what you call the real world. The people I talk to here are like my
support group. I can say whatever I want, tell them anything, and they are never
critical." I nod and smile. "Exactly," I say. "Unlike friends, who will tell you
when you're wrong, who are honest with you. This whole thing is a fantasy, that's
all. Look...that photo next to Mary's name...that's not her. In fact...wait a
minute....isn't that Cindy Crawford?" She pouts as the screen continues to
display the typed-in remarks of the participants. "I just got a new corset from
Frederick's," Susan types. "It feels so good. I wore it with the tight green
mini-dress." "Oh yes!" comes the response from Donna. "But I hate to get things
by mail-order. *I* can pass with no problem, so I just go to the mall and find what I
want. And there's a Frederick's store there!" "Are you dressed right now?" Susan
asks. "Of course," Donna replies. "I'm wearing a blue bra and panties and the
waist cincher...I got that from Frederick's too." "You see what I mean?" I ask,
pointing to the screen. "Doesn't this get old fast?" George | Bobbi shakes her head. "I'm
the only thing getting old fast," she says. "But I don't have to get old on here. I
can be a 25 year old, 100 pound model and have real breasts and...well...do things."
"Do things?" "You know...be a girl. I go through a kind of electronic SRS
here. I'm transformed. What's so wrong with that? I shake my head. "I don't
know," I say. "I suppose it's harmless. I mean, for those who don't go out, who need
to live out the fantasy, but can't. But you," I add, looking into her eyes. "I worry
about you." She turns back to the monitor. I can see her face reflected in the
screen, the words flashing past her like a ship's semifore signals. "You don't need
to worry about me," she says. "If I need your help, I'll send you a private message."
"Like the ones you get here?" I ask, pointing to a little window with a note from
someone calling himself 'Hot and Hung in Harrisburg.' "There are ass holes
everywhere," she replies. "You can say that again." "And all you have to do
is disregard them," she adds. "Like this." She clicks on a box labeled squelch.
"Don't you wish you could do THAT in your real world?" she says smugly. I shake
my head. "I don't know. Maybe it's OK. I mean, you're not into it so much
yourself,.but I worry about you. You could end up like that Jennifer there. There
isn't a time of the day or night when you log on that she's not there. What kind of
life must she have? Bobbi heaves a big sigh. "George, George, George," she
whispers. "You just don't get it, do you?" "As usual, I suppose. So tell me."
"Jennifer," she explains, "is a 300 pound TG who does shift work at the 7-11 whose
only life is here. And the sad truth is that if it wasn't for her cyberlife
she wouldn't have any life at all. And so what if it's all in bits and bytes? It's
better than anything else she's ever known or ever will know." I nod. "Yes...I
know that. But what about the others...the ones like you and Susan and Mary and the
others who DO have another life." Bobbi turns back to the screen. If it wasn't
for us," she says. "Jennifer would have nothing." She lets that sink in and as it
sinks she types a reply to 'Hot and Hung in Harrisburg.' "Sorry, dear. I'm not
into that sort of thing. But you might try Jennifer. She's sweet and young and as
sexy as can be." Within moments, a reply is posted. "Thanks baby." Bobbi
smiles. And the messages continue to flow, "Bye Jennifer and Susan and Donna and
Bobbi!" "Bye Donna and Jennifer and Mary and Bobbi!" "Bye Susan and Mary and
Bobbi!" "Bye Bobbi and Susan!" "Bye Mary!" "Bye Susan!" "Bye Bobbi!"
"Bye Bobbi!" "Bye Bobbi!"
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